(We will never be able to make up for the mistakes we have made. Forever)

The situation in Huaguo Mountain is a fixed number in the past few days of war, but why would the demon kings not come to the news of help?

The difficulties of Beiju Luzhou are still understandable. At that time, Tiangang was thirty-six halls, and the twelve difficulties killed Huaguo Mountain, while the remaining twenty-four were the ones who were competing with the people who followed the army and the end.

But at this time, the other two demon clans, Qi Tian Yang Jian, Huntian Lanfeng and others, also encountered a siege of clones without any skills. Their danger is no less than that of Huaguo Mountain!

In this game, let’s first talk about the encounter between Qi Tian and Yang Jian.

Since leaving the Luzhou realm, Yang Jian was known as the King of Qitian Demons, and worked with the three monsters of Centria, Chang Hao and Yang Xian to fly into Shenzhou. On the way westward, the monkey killed Mrs. Baihuling, the place where the monkey killed Mrs. Baihuling.

Before making a mountain, Yang Jian and others also noticed a trace of human activities. Then they pressed the cloud head and landed in front of a human level.

Although the three centipede dragon monsters are the souls of the Meishan brothers, they have lost all their memories because they have resurrected by corpses. Fortunately, Yang Jian has used the power of the demon flag to bring him under his command, otherwise it will be unknown whether these three people obey orders.

When Yang Jian saw that the three monsters were in a half-demon, he said, "I saw someone here. It is very inconvenient for us to act as a half-demon. Let's follow my illusion to move forward."

The three monsters responded, turned into several merchants and passengers, and slowly approached the level.

It’s strange that the sky is clear and yang here. With that level as the boundary, the pass is clear and peaceful, with green shades of loess, clear water and green mountains.

However, the land outside the pass was covered with thick clouds and dark tops, and vegetation was not visible around it. Only cliffs, rocks, and dead branches and dried up saps were left.

Furthermore, this level is not blocked by ordinary city gates and high walls, but a mud wall with two jingling gates, which are only two meters high. Although the head of the level is high, after years of hardship, the bricks and tiles are damaged, exposed to the sky light and shaking on the head.

There were countless houses everywhere, but there was no such person guarding the pass. Instead, he was a stern red cockerel walking through the house.

I saw black talismans hanging on the mud wall and jingmen, with red blood, and the characters "Zheng" were listed in red. There were also wonderful paintings. The stone tablet outside the door was painted with the evil face of Zhong Kui, and the three big words "Ji Chi Mingguan" were written on the side!

There is no bottom of the cliff outside the door, and a suspension bridge connects the dangerous peak at that end.

"Demon King, this is..." asked the centiel dragon.

Yang Jian said: "There are people who have obtained the heavenly art of the world who are good at making talismans and warding off evil spirits and eliminating disasters. They say that the yellow talismans drive away evil spirits and purple talismans suppress ghosts. This black talisman is used to block evil spirits..."

At this moment, the door of the shabby house next to it suddenly opened and an old man walked out of it.

The old man seemed to be over 80 years old, with bald hair on his head and unable to see what was in his eyes with his eyelids hanging down.

He was hunched over with a broken bell, and was carrying a dustpan and sprinkling some brown rice out.

Yang Jian and others looked at each other, and he walked up and said, "Old sir, we are a walk-in merchant from the city. How dare you ask where is this place?"

The old man seemed to have not heard it, rubbing forward little by little, and sprinkling his brown rice. The red-crowned roosters gradually surrounded him and cooed.

"Old sir..." Yang Jian stepped forward again to inquire.

The old man threw the brown rice in the dustpan on the ground. He turned around and looked up at Yang Jian and the others, and said slowly: "I don't know what's happening in the city... I only know that I have to feed these chickens. If those bones enter this door, then the world will suffer..."

White bones? Yang Jian felt a stern: "Old sir, please tell us a few more. How did the white bones you mentioned?

Things, and this huge cock crowing gate, why are you and these red-crowned roosters left?"

"The soldiers fought and finally became bones. The Tang King was still thinking about letting the flesh and blood fight against the bones... Haha, it's amazing..." The old man sat on the threshold with the door.

Yang Jian looked at the old man, and his eyes buried under his eyelids seemed to be shining, which was intriguing.

Yang Jian reached out and grabbed it out of thin air from behind. He pulled out a four-foot sack. He put the sack in front of the old man and opened it, and saw that it was filled with a generation of exquisite rice.

"Old sir, the people from our city like to listen to these strange things in the mountains and fields the most. This bag of rice is regarded as a gift from me to you. I would like to tell us about this white bone..." Yang Jian said.

The old man saw the bag of medicinal rice and his eyes were slightly moved. He reached into the bag, grabbed a handful of medicinal rice and rubbed it in his hand...

"This place is called Jiming Pass, but it didn't have this name five hundred years ago. But since the Emperor Tang Dynasty came with his three disciples, all this has changed..." The old man looked up and looked at the gloomy sky at the other end of the door.

Yang Jian wondered: "What you said is the matter of Mrs. White Bone?

I have also heard of such strange things, but did the Monkey King beat the White Bone to death with three sticks?"

"Haha..." the old man smiled and said, "Those three sticks are probably just killing the bones of the bones for the lady of White Bone..."

"How do you say this?" Yang Jian asked.

The old man said, "Do you know that Mrs. White Bone was a miserable woman before her lifetime. This suffering lies in her extreme yin body. There is no positive place in this body bone.

In the sixteenth year, the villages and towns she was in were in constant famine, and this extremely yin body was regarded as a disaster.

A group of people in the village pushed her up the cliff, and even her parents regarded her as unknown.

This jump caused her life to be killed and also condensed her resentment. Just as she was resurrecting her first seventh soul, she took advantage of the cold wind to massacre the entire village, including her parents.

At this point, the ghost will become the evil spirit, and a thought will cause all kinds of evil.

In just a few days, the evil spirit of the White Bone Lady absorbed all the souls of the villagers, and the dead bones became enslaves for her to drive."

"Didn't the ghost messenger come to accept her?" Yang Jian said.

"Cover? Hum..." the old man smiled, "Early Yin and Ji Evil, even if the four ghost messengers come, what can they do? This kind of evil can only be collected by heaven!"

Yang Jian roughly understood a little when he heard this. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is not tolerant. Throughout history, there have been several evil spirits, but they are all condensed by resentment. The maximum time that can last for life is three thousand years.

Therefore, as long as it does not enter the world, the gods will not care about cholera.

Yang Jian said: "I know what is unwilling to heaven, but what is the reason why the Monkey King of Heaven knocked out the bone lock?"

The old man said, "The world does not know that Mrs. White Bone and the Great Sage of the Monkey King have already known each other. It was the way to obtain the scriptures, so Mrs. White Bone had no intention of disturbing her.

At that time, Mrs. Baigu turned into a village woman and went to meet with the five people who came to the scriptures. She did not look for Sanzang, but for Qi Tian. She wanted to save a girl..."

"Oh? This White Bone Lady is already resentful, so why do you have to help others? I dare to ask if this girl is..." Yang Jian said.

"A person with the same fate as her..." said the old man.

The sky was gradually slanting, and Yang Jian looked at the old man in front of him. In the wilderness, this man led a group of big red-crowned cocks to guard the deserted mountains and wild ridges.

And what he was talking about was probably something few people in the world knew about it.

"Old sir, don't talk about the past years, what happened to the rooster crowing, you haven't explained it in detail to us." Yang Jian said.

The old man looked at the other end outside the pass and said, "After the people who obtained the scriptures left, the white tiger gathered a group of dark clouds. At some point, white bones often attacked the village name.

The soldiers garrisoned will take the order to protect the people, but... how can the flesh and blood fight against the dead bones? Every time those bones kill someone, they will turn them into part of them.

Ten years or a hundred years, the army of bones has exceeded hundreds of thousands, but they only traveled at night, and when the roosters crowed at five o'clock, they retreated in a bustling manner.

They have the skills to march, advance and retreat, and they don’t look like masterless people. If anyone else can command these tens of thousands of bone soldiers, what old man can think of is the bone lady..."

"Old sir, who are you?" Yang Jian said.

The old man said, "I am just a fortune teller. I did some evil things in my early years. I came to bring people all over the world to block the bones..."

Yang Jian said: "I'm going to know that old man, these people are going to Baihuling. Since you said you are fortune-telling, you might as well calculate for us. What's the good or bad luck of going here?"

After hearing this, the old man waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "No, if you miss the secret of heaven, how can you live in peace? People in the world think that if you have insight into your destiny, you can avoid disasters and reduce goods, but they don't know that no matter how you choose, you will eventually lead to the result of your destiny.

Since you come, you will be at peace..."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say too much, Yang Jian did not force him. He stood up and said, "Since that's the case, sir, let's leave here. Thank you for your story."

The old man said, "Wait, this is a dangerous place to go, and the grace of fighting rice is actually a story that can be repaid. Come on..."

As he said that, the old man reached into his arms and took out a piece of white paper and handed it to Yang Jian. He said, "You and I are not mediocre people. You can accept this peace and blessing in the future. Maybe you can save your life..."

Yang Jian held the white paper, with both the front and the back empty, and said with a smile: "Mr. Is it because he took it wrong? This is just a white paper."

The old man smiled and said, "Black is the white father, and empty is the father. Only by entering the depths of darkness can you realize the value of light."

Yang Jian was thinking, this sentence was just the old man’s explanation of this talisman, but in Yang Jian’s opinion, this sentence not only meant that, but also implied the path he was taking now.

Heaven is the god, earth is the demon, and the middle is the man. Good and evil are determined by man.

But people determine that the goodness of the spirit is white, and the evil is black. But in fact, what is the truth? The light covers the eyes and is dark. Those who live in the dark hope for the light.

There is no good or evil, black or white, but it is just a one-sided word for human beings.

"The saint is not dead, and the thief will not stop. Thank you for your advice..." Yang Jian said, "Do you dare to ask the old man for his honorary name?"

The old man stood up and walked into the house with the rice bag, murmured: "During the Zhenguan period, in order to help the fisherman fill his stomach, he taught him how to fish for golden carp...

The Dragon King was angry and changed Yunyu and lost his life. I originally intended to save people, but I injured the Dragon's life because of this, and one life was exchanged for another.

But what right do I have to kill others' lives and death...haha..."

After saying that, the old man turned around and closed the door.

Yang Jian was stunned in place, and the old man had already revealed his identity as he was confident in his words.

He is the sorcerer who used a divine hexagram to tell the life of the Dragon King of Jinghe River five hundred years ago, Yuan Shoucheng...
Chapter completed!